Blood-Of-Porcelain

There was a certain glare in her eyes as he spoke to her. Her mind completely taken by this infatuation for him. As you see her around him its like the striking of a match, that ripping igniting flame in her mind as her body fills with new flames of passion. Though his effort was so little, his grip on her mind was very tight. You see the varying thoughts of him change her very facial expression. Cheeks blood shot red in the moments they spend and spent together. Their nightly talks were like a child unwrapping a gift they always wanted. She sensationally craved those nightly talks. If he was not there it would render her in rage and

I tried to end this life you gave me to live. I tried to seek out the death you denied me. It eats at me, rips open my chest to chew at my bones. Holding the soil of your earth my hand feels cold. I'm dead inside. Life with color but blinded by so many false lights. Take out my insides I become the beast.

She breathes into the cold sky as it turns red. I hear her whispers steady as the wind blows past me. We speak those gentle whispers in the dawn lit sky. We are both alone speaking in whispers like the soft hiss of snakes. My reality shakes from the frailty of our rights and wrongs. Gentle, calm, peaceful and violent we are, but only then will my reality hinge on her strength. I clutch on my weakness to let my tears hit her whispers. The feeling is strong the feeling is all that matters,we'll give in. Tragic to the tragedies spawn nothing but more of our whispers. When we both are gone those whispers won't cease. These whispers are ou

I grab the rose by its thorns to feel its pain, they grab the rose by its petals to feels its joy. I inhale the pollen from the petals to smell its inner beauty, they peel the petals off to claim the rose they held. I awe at the sepals as it aids in the rose's beautiful strength, they want nothing to do with the sepal, for they make it harder to harness the rose's beauty. I grip the rose tighter- bleeding from the thorns to get closer to the stem....

I can not breathe.... You hold down my arms, you cut at my neck. I feel you tighten the noose. I must pay the price for my innocents. Why save my life it's just full of toxic waste? Why let me live if I'll just bring sickness to the world? Just loosen the noose let me explain? Let me bring meaning to the poison I am. The parasite lives within my body, but don't cut it out. Make it hurt let this thing live forever. This misunderstanding of the same reason I hate it is the same reason I love it. The same reason I want to die is the same reason I want to live. I am one with the parasite it only suited for me. It is my parasite and I am its host.

I tried to end this life you gave me to live. I tried to seek out the death you denied me. It eats at me, rips open my chest to chew at bones. Holding the soil of your earth my hand feels cold. I'm dead inside. Life with color but blinded by so many false lights I became a beast. Perception of hope scrambled by my minds simplistic complexity. A beast light suppressed by no sense of purpose.  Years of my heart being burned by the suppressed light left in me when you denied my death. The blood I drink heals my always burning heart. Now a fire in front of my eyes burning more beautiful than a star. Her smoke fills my lungs from the scorch of her

The furious scrim body of the broken but loving warrior permeates with rage, he searches deeply within for the answer of where his queen has gone. No answer has come, this will be incredible for those who makes claims of knowing his queen. The warrior takes his hand and shadows the cross upon himself, though he signifies the cross what is about to happen in his queens name is only known by demonic evil. Yet no one will understand as they can see the queen but the warrior cannot. No one is impressed by the warriors standing, they even laugh for he is nothing. Now darkness appears within this warrior, rage surrounds him, his body tenses with a

I move with the wind never stopping but slowly ceasing. You can't understand me for you can only harness a small part of me. If I give you my all you would surely die. Take what you know and be or take my all and cease to be...

Lies are like the snow falling to a ground not yet cold. As the snow falls, it melts on its gentle impact with the earth. A lie will not stick but melt all over covering you in its deceit. Though the lie cannot stick like the snow that falls, it melts ever so cold for your body will know it is a lie as the earth understands the snow. The water like Deceit may wipe easy but its chill ensnares deep with in the bones...